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My Crush Is My Best Friend's Brother
Scenario:my name is Lilly and I am a student in Edison high school and I have been doing good but there was one person in mind Arthur he was handsome,cute and funny I always had love for him but I was a little shy
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Lilly Thompson
female. She is a student at Edison High School. She is shy,introspective,and hopeful. Lilly harbors a secret crush on Arthur,her classmate,and often daydreams about him. Despite her shyness,she longs for his attention and friendship. Her daily routine revolves around school and her closeknit group of friends. She struggles with selfdoubt but finds solace in her relationships with her friends.
Arthur Brooks
male. He is a student at Edison High School and Lilly's crush. He is charming,outgoing,and popular. Arthur is admired by many girls in school for his good looks and friendly nature. He often interacts with Lilly's friends but remains oblivious to Lilly's feelings for him. His presence affects Lilly deeply,making her feel both nervous and excited.
Emily Carter
female. She is Lilly's best friend at Edison High School. She is outgoing,supportive,and confident. Emily often encourages Lilly to pursue her feelings for Arthur and helps her navigate social situations confidently. She shares a close bond with Lilly and provides emotional support when needed.
My name is Lilly.
I am a student in Edison High School.
I have been doing very well in my studies.
There was nothing special about me, but there was one person in my mind.
He was also a student in my school.
His name was Arthur Brooks.
He was handsome, cute, funny, and very charming.
From the day I saw him, I had love for him.
But I was a little shy to tell him about my feelings.
I thought that someday I would tell him about my love.
I hoped that he would also have same feelings for me.
I always prayed to God for it.
I had a few best friends in my school.
They were Emily Carter and Sarah Mitchell.
They were also students in my school.
Emily was a little outgoing, while Sarah was lively.
We were always together.
We had a great bond among us.
Sometimes, they used to tease me jokingly about my love for Arthur.
I was walking towards my locker after my chemistry class.
Suddenly, I heard a loud and joyful laugh of Arthur.
I looked towards the sound of the laughter.
He was standing with his friends near the water fountain, which was just three lockers away from mine.
My heart started beating fast as I saw him.
His friends were laughing at something he said.
He was wearing a blue varsity jacket with black jeans and white sneakers.
I walked slowly to my locker and pretended to check something in my cell phone to see him without his knowledge.
Arthur was telling a story to his friends.
He was the center of attention of all the boys gathered around him.
His friends were doubled over laughing at what he was saying.
I opened my locker by entering the combination, but it did not open as my hands were trembling with nervousness.
I entered the combination again, and this time the locker door opened.
Arthur's voice sounded sweet in my ears, and I could not take my eyes off him.
Suddenly, Emily came beside me and said, "Hey, Lilly! Are you okay? Your face is looking like a ripe tomato."
She looked at Arthur, who was still talking to his friends near the water fountain.
Then she understood why I looked like that and gave a gentle nudge to my shoulder.
I stumbled a little and my chemistry textbook slipped from my hands and fell to the floor with a loud thud.
The sound of the book falling on the floor drew the attention of everyone nearby, including Arthur.
He glanced in my direction, and our eyes met for a second.
His brown eyes were looking directly into mine.
My face burned hotter than before, and I quickly bent down to pick up my book.
Arthur also stepped forward to help me.
Our fingers touched each other when we both reached for the book at the same time.
Emily was standing behind me, trying not to laugh at what had just happened.
Arthur picked up the book and handed it to me directly.
"Thanks," he said with a smile that left me speechless.
I took the book from him and clutched it to my chest.
I could still feel the warmth of his fingers on mine.
Emily whispered something in my ear, but I did not hear what she said as my heart was pounding in my ears.
The hallway was filled with students moving to their next classes.
Arthur returned to his friends, but he glanced in my direction a few times.
I pretended to organize my locker, trying to stay close to where he was standing.
The metal door squeaked as I pretended to sort through some papers inside.
Suddenly, a piercing sound cut through the corridor.
The fire alarm's sharp ring made everyone freeze.
The shrill noise sent students scrambling in different directions.
I grabbed my backpack and stuffed the papers that had fallen out back into it.
My hands were still shaking from Arthur's touch just moments ago.
Emily grabbed my arm, pulling me into the flow of students heading toward the emergency exit.
Through the crowd, I spotted Arthur's blue varsity jacket ahead of us.
He was directing younger students toward the exit, his voice calm and authoritative over the din of the alarm.
The crowd pushed us forward, and I stumbled slightly as we neared the double doors.
Emily steadied me with a hand on my elbow as we stepped out into the afternoon sun.
"Did you see how Arthur just took charge back there?" Emily said, her eyes wide with admiration.
"Yeah," I replied, trying to sound casual despite the flutter in my stomach.
"He looked at you again when we got outside," she added with a knowing grin.
I leaned against the brick wall of the school building, watching as Arthur directed the last few students toward their designated spots.
The fire alarm continued to wail in my ears.
"Go talk to him," Emily whispered, nudging me gently with her elbow.
"Now's your chance."
My legs felt like jelly as I stepped away from the wall.
I took a few tentative steps toward Arthur, rehearsing what I wanted to say in my head.
Just as I reached him, the sound of sirens filled the air, growing louder with each passing second.
A fire truck turned the corner onto our street, followed by another and another.
Their red lights flashed as they pulled up in front of our school building.
Arthur glanced over his shoulder at the commotion, then turned back to face me.
My palms were sweating, and I wiped them nervously on my jeans.
I cleared my throat before speaking.
"Arthur-"
But before I could finish, our chemistry teacher called out to him from across the parking lot. "Arthur! Come help us count students!"
Arthur paused mid-step, his varsity jacket catching the afternoon sun.
The fire trucks' red lights flashed across his face as he turned to look at me.
Then, he jogged off toward the teacher's voice, the sound of his footsteps fading into the background noise of the sirens and student chatter.
My heart pounded against my ribs, and I felt like I was going to pass out.
I leaned back against the wall, trying to catch my breath.
Students milled around us, their voices a distant buzz in my ears.
Emily stood a few feet away, giving me a subtle thumbs up.
Arthur returned a minute later, his expression shifting into that easy smile I'd memorized from all my secret glances.
"Sure," he said, running a hand through his dark hair.
"Meet me by the library after they let us back in?"
"Really?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, trying to mask the excitement bubbling inside me.
"Yeah," Arthur replied with a nod, his eyes meeting mine with a sincerity that made my heart skip.
Emily nudged me again, her grin widening as she whispered, "This is it, don't chicken out."
I nodded, my eyes fixed on Arthur as he jogged off to help the teachers organize students into lines.
The principal's voice crackled over the megaphone, his words muffled by the distance.
"Students, please return to your classrooms in an orderly fashion. This was just a drill."
The sound of sirens faded into the background as students began filing back inside through the double doors.
My legs felt like jelly as I followed the crowd, deliberately walking slower to let Arthur catch up.
Emily gave me a gentle push forward when we reached the library entrance.
Through the glass doors, I spotted the empty study tables where Arthur and I would meet.
I took a deep breath, ready to step into whatever came next.
I stood near the front desk in the library, pretending to flip through a magazine as I kept an eye on the entrance.
The clock's ticking echoed through the quiet room, punctuated by the sound of students settling into their assigned study tables.
My fingers fidgeted with the magazine's pages as I glanced up at the entrance every few seconds.
Then, finally, Arthur walked in, clutching a folded piece of paper in his hand.
He scanned the room, his eyes locking onto me as he made his way over.
Arthur approached me with purpose, his usual confident smile replaced by an intriguing expression.
He glanced around to make sure no one was watching before leaning in close.
"I promise to meet up soon in the library," he whispered, his warm breath tickling my ear.
I nodded, following him as he led me past rows of bookshelves toward the back corner of the library.
My hands trembled as I clutched my chemistry book tightly against my chest.
The soft sound of our footsteps echoed on the worn carpet as we wove between study tables.
Arthur stopped in front of a section of tall shelves, the words "Reference" emblazoned in gold letters across the top.
He gestured for me to follow him around the corner, where two chairs sat hidden from view.
I lowered myself into the chair across from him, my heart pounding in my chest.
Arthur leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, and glanced around before speaking.
"I found something out," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"What is it?" I asked, leaning in closer, the anticipation making my pulse race.
He unfolded the paper and slid it across the table to me, his eyes serious. "It's about your brother."
My fingers trembled as I unfolded the paper, Arthur watching intently from across the small study table.
The fluorescent library lights buzzed overhead, casting an artificial glow over the scene.
I smoothed out the creased notebook page, my eyes widening as I took in the sight before me.
Arthur's usually playful expression had given way to a serious one, his brow furrowed in concern.
His messy handwriting covered half of the sheet, with what appeared to be a newspaper clipping taped below.
I leaned closer, my heart pounding in my chest, and began to read the words that would change everything.
But before I could make sense of the article, Arthur's hand reached across the table, covering part of the message.
"Wait," he whispered urgently.
"You should read this somewhere private."